Psalms 11

1 To him that excelleth. A Psalme of Dauid. In the Lord put I my trust: howe say yee then to my soule, Flee to your mountaine as a birde?

For the chief musician. A psalm of David. I take refuge in Yahweh; how will you say to me, “Flee like a bird to the mountain”?

2 For loe, the wicked bende their bowe, and make readie their arrowes vpon the string, that they may secretly shoote at them, which are vpright in heart.

For see! The wicked prepare their bows. They make ready their arrows on the strings to shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart.

3 For the foundations are cast downe: what hath the righteous done?

For if the foundations are ruined, what can the righteous do?

4 The Lord is in his holy palace: the Lordes throne is in the heauen: his eyes wil consider: his eye lids will try the children of men.

Yahweh is in his holy temple; his eyes watch, his eyes examine the children of mankind.

5 The Lord will try the righteous: but the wicked and him that loueth iniquitie, doeth his soule hate.

Yahweh examines both the righteous and the wicked, but he hates those who love to do violence.

6 Vpon the wicked he shall raine snares, fire, and brimstone, and stormie tempest: this is the porcion of their cup.

He rains burning coals and brimstone upon the wicked; a scorching wind will be their portion from his cup!

7 For the righteous Lord loueth righteousnes: his countenance doeth beholde the iust.

For Yahweh is righteous, and he loves righteousness; the upright will see his face.